Hudibras: In Three Parts. Written in the Time of the Late Wars. By Samuel Butler, Esq; A New Edition, Corrected. Adorned with Cuts

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19 ÆäÀÌÁö - He'd undertake to prove, by force Of argument, a man's no horse ; He'd prove a buzzard is no fowl, And that a lord may be an owl, A calf an alderman, a goose a justice, And rooks committee-men and trustees. He'd run in debt by disputation, And pay with ratiocination. All this by syllogism, true In mood and figure, he would do.
33 ÆäÀÌÁö - This sword a dagger had, his page, That was but little for his age...
22 ÆäÀÌÁö - WHY he had a WHEREFORE: Knew more than forty of them do, As far as words and terms could go. All which he understood by rote, And, as occasion serv'd, would quote; No matter whether right or wrong, They might be either said or sung.
150 ÆäÀÌÁö - To bid me not to love, Is to forbid my pulse to move, My beard to grow, my ears to prick up, Or (when I'm in a fit) to hickup.
26 ÆäÀÌÁö - For he was of that stubborn crew Of errant saints, whom all men grant To be the true church militant ; Such as do build their faith upon The holy text of pike and gun ; Decide all controversies by Infallible artillery ; And prove their doctrine orthodox By apostolic blows and knocks...
17 ÆäÀÌÁö - For't has been held by many, that As Montaigne playing with his cat Complains she thought him but an ass, Much more she would Sir Hudibras...
26 ÆäÀÌÁö - For his religion, it was fit To match his learning and his wit : 'Twas Presbyterian true blue, For he was of that stubborn crew Of errant saints, whom all men grant To be the true church militant ; Such as do build their faith upon The holy text of pike and gun...
42 ÆäÀÌÁö - In Men, what gives or cures the Itch, What makes them Cuckolds, poor or rich: What gains or loses, hangs or saves...
99 ÆäÀÌÁö - To run from those th' hadst overcome Thus cowardly ?' Quoth Echo, ' Mum.' ' But what a vengeance makes thee fly From me too, as thine enemy ? , Or, if thou hast no thought of me, Nor what I have endur'd for thee, Yet shame and honour might prevail To keep thee thus from turning tail : For who would grutch to spend his blood in His honour's cause ?' Quoth she,
19 ÆäÀÌÁö - H' had hard words ready to show why, And tell what rules he did it by ; Else when with greatest art he spoke, You'd think he talk'd like other folk ; For all a rhetorician's rules Teach nothing but to name his tools.

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